Feb 2019
But how far have we come?
The miles we've traversed are benevolent ice:
we fly,
frictionless,
into each other.
Love destroys.
That is only to say,
"Love makes room."
The miles we've traversed are benevolent ice:
we fly,
frictionless,
into each other.
Love destroys.
That is only to say,
"Love makes room."
(Beating tired bones)
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